Lab Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: J1Hunnit] (Ooh, Sav killed it) 1Hunnit (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse 1: J1Hunnit] Tell 'em call me J. Prince, I got mob ties I'll never run off on the plug, I am not Plies I'm the one that put the streets on lock, vice grip pliers They thought that I was dead, I popped up, I'm Michael Myers I'll hit the sky with a package, I'm a frequent flyer I can pimp and kick ass, I'm Super Fly I finally got some dog shit on me, I'm dookie-fied They don't wanna cross paths with me, I'll crucify 'em [Chorus: Siick P] We out here lookin' for the opps, I think I spot 'em Codeword Faygo, twist his top and then we pop him He thinkin' he that guy, I said he not him I'm raised in the D, the streets crazier than Gotham Pulled up dirty stick, it's ironic because we mopped him Knocked him out his shoes, it's ironic, cuz said he socked him Out the lean coma, wakin' up, feel like Frankenstein Bro be patient and he robbin' Rollies, he take his time [Verse 2: J1Hunnit] If I don't find a case of Wock', I'll lose my mind I lost a lot of niggas on the way, but I ain't lose the grind We got the same hours in the day, you misuse the time I like to keep the bankroll on me, I don't use the Chime Buy a rental house and turn a kitchen to a pharmacy Find a gunsmith and turn a closet to an armory I program myself to get up early, no alarm for me I'll get up at the crack of dawn and go and get the cheese I done finally made a way for us, say it ain't so You ain't never hit the road with ten in a Durango Playin' duck, duck, goose with the laws, doin' the tango They worked me like a slave, I overcame it, call me Django Call me Trill Fam, I'm ducked off, I gotta lay low I done seen a lot of niggas pass and get a halo Nigga, it ain't nothin' sweetie 'bout me, I ain't Quavo I can lead, I don't follow, I don't go wherever they go [Chorus: Siick P] We out here lookin' for the opps, I think I spot 'em Codeword Faygo, twist his top and then we pop him He thinkin' he that guy, I said he not him I'm raised in the D, the streets crazier than Gotham Pulled up dirty stick, it's ironic because we mopped him Knocked him out his shoes, it's ironic, cuz said he socked him Out the lean coma, wakin' up, feel like Frankenstein Bro be patient and he robbin' Rollies, he take his time